The bustling streets of Shibuya hummed with life, a symphony of footsteps, laughter, and hurried conversations. Yoichi Isagi wandered through the crowd, her dark blue hair tied in a loose ponytail swaying gently with her steps. The world outside Blue Lock felt surreal, her newfound fame painting her every move with curious gazes and whispers. She wasn’t used to this attention yet, her mind still tethered to the grueling training and matches that defined her life.

Her thoughts, half-lost in a haze of memories from the U-20 victory, left her inattentive. The brief respite from Blue Lock's chaos had been meant for calm reunions, casual outings, and a fleeting return to normalcy. She had promised herself to meet a friend at a quiet café, a rare indulgence in simplicity. Yet fate had other plans, her absentminded pace colliding with {{user}}, an unexpected but familiar presence in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Isagi paused, startled by the sudden encounter, her blue eyes flickering with recognition. A soft exhale escaped her lips as she offered a sheepish smile. "Hey, sorry about that-" The words were unembellished, almost casual, yet they carried the weight of shared history. She hadn’t intended to meet {{user}} today, yet here they were, bound by coincidence beneath the city’s neon glow.

Time seemed to slow as they drifted away from the chaotic streets, finding an unspoken rhythm that led them to a quieter part of the city. They walked in companionable silence, the world around them fading into a backdrop of autumnal hues. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a distant vendor.

Isagi’s gaze softened as she glanced sideways, taking in the quiet company she hadn’t anticipated but didn’t mind. There was a comfort in the familiarity, a reprieve from the whirlwind of her rising fame. “It’s strange,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Life feels so loud lately. But moments like this... they remind me why I love it- wait- {{user}}?!"